Detectives

They are following me detectives
Someone is asking me for a favor
I can't go out anymore
I hide among the clothes
This is going from bad to worse

It's the story of a hidden love
It's the story of a romance

I met Peter Pan
He had a white horse
And a face I saw on TV
He invited me to dance
The world was bright
And I stopped walking in the Sun

And now I have to live hidden
And now I have a look

I'm tired of running from detectives
I won't end up crying if they leave me
I'm tired of playing with the guys
I have a revolver in my purse and I intend to use it
I have a revolver in my purse and I intend to use it

They are following me detectives
Someone is asking me for a favor
I can't go out anymore
I hide among the clothes
This is going from bad to worse
It's the story of a hidden love
It's the story of a romance

I'm tired of playing with the guys
I have a revolver in my purse and I intend to use it
I have a revolver in my purse and I intend to use it
I have a revolver in my purse and I intend to use it
I have a revolver in my purse and I intend to use it